Dickmatized Dainty

37• Lázuri Niah Scott

  
 
I woke up with him laying next to me and on his computer doing work while on a call speaking another language than English.

I mumbled 'Good morning' and got a kiss on my head in response.

My body didn't feel like my own and I wanted to pee so bad that I got out of his bed and hopping to what I guessed was the bathroom. It was indeed.

I groaned from the pain as I peed and for the shower, I took a cold one to help my muscles.

Not sure how long I took, but I returned with the towel around me and I noticed that the sheets were changed.

I wanted to lay down so bad that I just went under the covers and fell asleep again. The only thing that got me up was the smell of food.

Loaded scrambled eggs, avocado on toast, chocolate tea, fried plaintains, fruit bowl, whipped cream, blueberry pancakes and cinnamon toasts.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me, brushing my hair away from my face.

"Hungry." That was my only answer and he raised a brow with a smile on his lips. "Okay, I'm also sore, tired and drained. How about you?"

He grins and I groaned in response.

"When are you ever overworked?" I asked.

"Who says I'm not." He continues grinned and puts a slice of pineapple in my mouth.

"Well, action speaks louder than words." I grumbled, digging in and getting lost in the food.

I staying in his bed for a while until I felt like I could walk so I went where the event took place in search of something.

Mih draws my him tear off and fling weh.

"It's not there Miss Zuri." The stewardess informs me as she passes and I started blushing like crazy.

"I'm sorry."

"Congratulations." She teases me and left with a mop in hand

Wah dat suppose to mean?

I looked outside the window at the sight of only water as we sail to wherever the destination is.

All I wanted to do was get away from my family and I've had Dainty telling me to go on and have fun.

Does fun ends with a damn good release and a sore cunt but also the intention of doing it all over again.
 
 
 
I lounged and ate all day, laying next to André who kept his hand on anywhere it felt comfortable on my body.

He has my feet on his lap, playing with my toes while we finished the movie.

He has his hands on my ass while I'm laid on him.

Another time he's enjoying a little sun and he calls me out just to have me laying there while he feast on my breasts.

I've heard Milani spoke on Saint doing it to her on a regular and it seems it's a family things.

He turns my body into putty, molding me on every inch of this yacht and he doesn't care whose around. I was a little worried but noticed that who didn't turn their backs has left but at least one security is always around.

Sex only happened once but the way he makes me feel seems to skyrocket. His level of romance was off the charts.

All he needed was someone to talk with, a listening hear, a soulmate even...

I felt like he understood me but somewhere deep down I know I won't be able to know all of him. He's like a mystery box that lets out clues and surprises but I won't understand the harder the level gets.